Schießpulver (Eng Translation)

WAR

"War is a strange word. In fact, it is a big word that most people are unable to understand it. Fighting is the only effective way to achieve goals. Great rewards must be paid for great goals. This may sometimes smell like blood. Freedom worth it and THAT'S MY GOAL."

Liam closed the notebook and leaned back on his chair.

He massaged his tired eyes with his fingers, which were tired of the dim light.

He thought that what he wrote didn't look like a memoir at all. Of course, he had no problem; He hated commanders who turned their memories into a clichéd book after the war.

Payne turned back to reality with sound of a soldier.

*: we've armed by the capital sir!

It was Denis Pushkin. The shifted Russian soldier from the allied camp in Manchester.

Liam knew it was useless to memorize names when they were about to be removed from the survivors' list in less than a few hours. And no one remembers them!
But he liked it; He felt some things by knowing their names, that they even didn't know about themselves!
Most of them thought he wanted to be superior but he just cared! A paradox of anger and tenderness!
It was important to Liam that who's gonna wear his boots and weapons if he wasn't there one day...

He put his hands on the table, clenched his fingers and bent his head to the right.
He looked at the soldier in front with a numb face: And I don't see the list in your hand.

Soldier Pushkin tried to use the best words in the shortest time to not be punishing by his superior, but it seemed to take a long time, so Liam shouted: GET OUT!

Denis was Russian and had a cold courage similar to his country's climate, so he wanted to tell Liam that there was no list Because the cargo was attacked before reaching the camp but Liam doesn't allow and said quietly: Get out!! so I don't force you clean the traces of your shoes with your tongue.

Denis quickly looked down. It wasn't his fault that it was always raining there. so He went out quickly. Liam smirked and said to himself: believe you don't have to be this wild!  believe me you can!

He put his hand under his chin and stared at the room. It was dark, so much that you couldn't see the end of it, but he wanted it this way. It was his choice to use candles instead of other things in his room, which it was the command post.

He got up behind the table and went to the exit. Before leaving, he looked at the soldier's footsteps and he stopped sat on one knee. He dipped his hands in the mud and smelled it! It looked like a hunter chasing a bear!
The mud there smelled blood... smell of gunpowder...
The ground in that area had been kicked under the boots of soldiers for a long time. And it drew the blood of the wounds and buried the deads in the mud.

When he got up, he regretted of what he did because he had no idea how to clean his hands. He obviously wouldn't do that with his clothes.

He looked back at his desk so he might find something.

He saw an old bandage on the ground. It has been a long time since the last time he wounded not so small actually and that dirty bandage has been there all along.

This surprised Liam because he was both a clean man and paid a lot of attention to his surroundings.

Maybe this could satisfy Liam to give a little more light to his room.